we got all the elements comin together on this track right here earth water fire wind

[ verse 1 ] i peeped your whole style, low profile i know now why these rappers act so wild they lack discipline, hardheads ain’t listenin the gods said drop em a line like a fisherman my only rule of thumb is to school the dumb deaf and blind, cause some got left behind you gotta crawl before you can walk look before you leap and on these streets always think before you talk and if the shoe fits wear it if you got some new sh-t let me hear it if it’s wack, that’s a demerit points deducted, meaning you can’t f-ck with me, the crew or none of my peoples who i grew up with me and my n-gg-s we go back like triggers since real we deal with actual facts and figures like 1 plus 1 makes 2 you can make that money but don’t act funny and let that money make you i tell you straight up and down before you put on your big red puppet nose and start to clown i can splurge ya fast, merge ya past be kind and gentle or hurt your -ss now i’ma give it to ya however you want one rhyme’ll hit your set and wet your ally front but don’t front, you know i got just what you want it’s forth and down, now should i run and kick the punt? throw me the bomb, i’m goin deep open your ears and close your eyes but don’t sleep

[ verse 2 ] my name is often mispr-nounced i’m simply known as the man who came make your system bounce feed me clips, then read my lips my think thank’s a data bank that spits computer chips the spot-blower, pull out the flame thrower perform live, survive the storm like noah for all partygoers and rap fans alike who pack stands, don’t let me get my hands on the mic cause ain’t no tellin what i might do see, i’m not like you, how does that strike you? you beat us? oh, you funny my click forever stick together like new money my joint kicks like ’86 the mic and two wheels of steel, just the basics feels like i’m uptown, 136 take me back home, give me heels three clicks see, i been doin this for more than a couple of years so come into my house, let me take you up the stairs into my work den where i keep my drafting pen i drop hip-hop, we open shop after 10 wanna be an mc, gotta come to shop learn the trade and then get paid to rock but if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it if it ain’t dope, remix it if the mc’s wack, tell him step back and let me kick this watch the show, chill, i got this when i rock this the crowd’s hostage i drop gems while your stones are semi-precious none can compare to the glare of my raw essence i shine while you lackl-ster the track muster saved ya cause you’se a wack buster, we black hustlers breakin bread at the roundtable catch wreck when we connect mics and sound cables we sat down to divise a scheme and formed a double team to bubble more cream than the jolly green forever i’m a vandal, too hot to handle still hangin out like toes in a sandal i’ll never forsake the funk or fake the vibe i’ll never take a dive, never take a bribe i won’t play the backseat or accept a wack beat you can check my rap sheet, my mics attract heat